Autobiography of Andrew Carnegie - Andrew Carnegie

Nothing stranger ever came out of the Arabian Nights than the story of this poor Scotch boy who built up a colossal industry, amassed an enormous fortune, and then gave it away for the betterment of mankind. It would be hadr to find a better gift for the young or old than this absorbing, inspiring, and most readable book. Show Excerpt rn to Dunfermline in my twenty-seventh year, while sitting upon a sofa with my Uncle Bailie Morrison, that his big black eyes filled with tears. He could not speak and rushed out of the room overcome. Returning after a time he explained that something in me now and then flashed before him his father, who would instantly vanish but come back at intervals. Some gesture it was, but what precisely he could not make out. My mother continually noticed in me some of my grandfather's peculiarities. The doctrine of inherited tendencies is proved every day and hour, but how subtle is the law which transmits gesture, something as it were beyond the material body. I was deeply impressed. My Grandfather Morrison married Miss Hodge, of Edinburgh, a lady in education, manners, and position, who died while the family was still young. At this time he was in good circumstances, a leather merchant conducting the tanning business in Dunfermline; but the peace after the Battle of Waterloo involved him in ruin, as it did th